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Honeymoon Gone Awry Part II Chapter 13

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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.  The following
story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of
explicit sex including bestiality.  If you are not an adult, or reading sex
stories upsets you, DO NOT read any further.  If it is illegal in your

location, DO NOT read it.

   This is a copyrighted work.  (C)Copyright 2008 by Kirk.  Reposting or
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a review or posted to a free access, noncommercial archive site.

   A special thanks to Dee-The Slut whose insight and ongoing communication
is helping to shape and add realism to Julie's character.  Her on-going
input will be invaluable as the story continues.   
DISCLAIMER:
All characters are fictitious.  Any resemblance to anyone either alive

or dead is purely coincidental.

   Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.

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   Julie's visit with Pastor Edwards was all that Edgar could hope for and
more.  Back at the Ranada Inn, he, along with Monica and Doug, watched on
closed circuit TV all that transpired in the pastor's office while it was
being videotaped.

   Doug was shocked by his wife's behavior as he watched his pastor do to
his wife what he was never allowed to do.  This only served to deepen the
wedge that existed between them.  He resented her more than ever for
seducing their pastor and allowing him to use her in every hole.  Only six
weeks ago she had brushed him off and wouldn't even let him touch her.  She
went much further than Edgar required, and he knew it.  He could see how
much she enjoyed every minute of it.  He saw a new side of his wife that
day.

   Doug was also disillusioned by his pastor of four years.  He gave in so
easily to the lust of the flesh.  He did not `fight the good fight.' Before
today he held this man in high esteem.  He looked up to him as his
spiritual leader, but no longer.  Jealousy raged through his veins as the
pastor was seduced by his wife with him putting up little or no resistance.


   "You are full of surprises, Julie," said Edgar as he watched her being
milked by the Albino corn snakes.

   "What do you mean, sir?" she asked.

   "I have only seen your submissive side.  I was quite surprised when you
took control and proceeded to humiliate Pastor Edwards.  I never expected
that from you, and you seemed to enjoy degrading the poor man," he
chuckled.

   "I was mad and wanted to get back at him for being so weak," she said,
the disappointment evident in her voice.

   "Well, you certainly did that and more," he stated.

   "What will you do with the tapes?" she asked as the fire between her
legs raged out of control.

   "That's a very good question, and, of course, you and Doug have a right
to know.  After all, he is or should I say was your pastor, and wasn't he
the one who inspired you to dedicate your lives to serving God in the first
place?"

   "Yes, he was," Doug said bitterly.

   "I feel like I've been duped," Julie replied with contempt.  "I thought
his faith was unshakable, but I was wrong.  I'm finding that people are not
what they appear to be."

   At that moment Doug wanted to strike out at her but didn't dare.  What
right did she have to talk about people not appearing to be what they
really were?  He fumed inside silently.

   "Well, Pastor Edwards will get his just desserts.  At first I was going
to expose him to the world, but, upon further consideration, it would be to
my advantage to simple keep him under my control much as you two are,"
Edgar chuckled.

   "Oh God, yes!" Julie wailed as the orgasm hit her unexpectedly.  She lay
back in the chair as it washed over her, triggered by the serpents that
were manipulating her tits.

   "Such a slut," Edgar remarked to Monica who was removing the snakes from
the spasming girl.  Monica again noticed the leakage from Julie's nipples,
however, now it was more opaque.  This was a good sign.  She was
progressing nicely and soon would be producing milk.

   Doug looked on in disgust.  She was always so hot and horny.  He watched
her cum multiple times in the pastor's office not more than an hour ago,
yet here she was getting off again.  She was insatiable.  She turned into
such a slut in so short a period of time.

   "This calls for a celebration, Monica.  Let's take Julie and Doug out to
dinner.

   "What a wonderful idea, Edgar," Monica replied.

   If the newlyweds only knew what was in store for them in the coming
weeks.  Not many in their right mind would volunteer to be in their shoes.

   Julie took a much needed shower and then dressed for her night out. 
This was a treat for her and Doug since they hadn't spent much time in
public since their wedding day.  She wore a low scoop neck top that left
little to the imagination and a short skirt that bordered on illegal.  The
tops of her thigh high stockings were partially visible due to the
shortness of her skirt, and the thong she wore only served to irritate her
already sensitive labia.  Six inch stiletto heels were a nice touch to her
sluttish ensemble.

   Edgar had reservations to the finest restaurant in Freehold.  After all
this was a night to celebrate for more reasons than one.  He would be very
busy over the course of the next few days as would Julie and Doug.  Tonight
was their last night together for a while.  Tomorrow the newlyweds would be
parting company and heading in different directions.  Monica and Edgar had
planned everything out very carefully.

   They were seated in a booth with Edgar and Julie on one side while
Monica and Doug sat together.  Monica caressed Doug's leg as they looked
over the menu.  Her hand traveled up his thigh, and she could feel that he
was hard.  No Houdini Chastity Harness tonight.  He would be wearing that
again soon enough but not tonight.  She felt a pang of regret knowing that
this was the last time she would see him for awhile.  He was also in for
some rough training, and she wouldn't be there to protect him.

   Edgar smiled as he thought back over the events of the day.  This day
certainly turned out to be very productive.  Soon Pastor Edwards would be
at his mercy thanks to Julie.  That was his first order of business
tomorrow, and, of course, there was that other matter he needed to attend
to.  He looked at the sultry vixen sitting next to him and took pride in
the fact that she was his creation.  He molded her into what she was today,
and he wasn't finished with her yet.  Her real training was about to begin.

   "Julie, you have no idea how pleased I am with you," Edgar said, running
his hand over the exposed skin at the top of her stockings.  She shivered
at his touch.  "You have exceeded my wildest expectations."

   Julie sat silently and said nothing as she licked her lips.  She was
filled with a sense of pride.  She knew it was good to please Edgar, but
she really went as far as she did in order to ensure her sister's safety.
Deep down inside she had to admit that she also enjoyed the control she had
over the pastor.  She got incredibly aroused as he obeyed her like a puppy
dog, but now she retreated back into her submissive nature.  Only time
would tell if the other, more assertive Julie would ever surface again.

   "Who would believe that only seven weeks ago you were a virgin,
untainted by the outside world?  There are many who would say that it was
impossible for you to become such a nasty slut in such a short period of
time, but look at you!  You're living proof that anything is possible. 
Tomorrow your real training begins," he said.

   "What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously.

   "Tomorrow you and Monica are going on a vacation together."

   "A vacation?" Julie asked puzzled.

   "Yes, think of it as a reward for a job well done, a sort of honeymoon,
but it probably could more accurately be described as `on the job'
training," he smiled.

   The waiter came and took their order.  His eyes were riveted on Julie's
exposed cleavage which strained against the flimsy top that she was
wearing.

   "Where are we going, Edgar?" Doug asked eagerly after he left.

   "Oh, my boy, you're not going anywhere," Edgar explained.  "You and
Juanita will be returning to the estate, but don't worry she'll keep you
extremely busy.  You'll be going through some training of your own."

   Monica looked sadly at Doug with her pouty lips.

   "It'll be all right, baby.  Juanita will take good care of you.  Only
Julie and I are going on this trip."

   "Yes, it should be quite exciting!" added Edgar.  "You'll start off by
flying to Tijuana for a week."

   "And then it's off to Amsterdam," added Monica.  "Then we'll fly to
Berlin for a few days, Julie.  I think you'll find this trip very exciting.
Think of it as an advanced sex education course."

   Julie was apprehensive, knowing full well that whatever they had planned
would be to Edgar's benefit and not hers.  Her clit throbbed in
anticipation.  What did she mean by an advanced sex education course?

   Doug was disappointed but said nothing.  It wasn't just the fact this
his bride was traveling to all of these exotic places.  What bothered him
even more than that was the fact that Monica was leaving him.  He didn't
like Juanita and knew what a bitch she could be.  What plans did they have
in store for him?

   "You aren't going with us, sir?" Julie asked.

   "No, Julie, I have other things I need to attend to here.  I'll be
paying Pastor Edwards a visit tomorrow and meeting with another client."

   Their food arrived, and they enjoyed a fine meal.  Monica soon had
Doug's cock fully exposed under the table and was stroking his hard shaft
which was leaking precum.  This was her last opportunity to be with him for
awhile.

   Edgar fingered Julie during the meal, and in no time at all she was
moaning.  She looked at him through glazed eyes as he made her lick his
fingers clean.  She was so horny.  She didn't understand what her problem
was.  She had already cum so many times today.  Edgar himself was amazed.
She hadn't received any drugs in over a week.  Could it be that the little
bitch was a latent nymphomaniac?

   "Julie, the waiter went to get our check.  Why don't you give him a
little thrill when he gets back?" Edgar suggested.

   "Give him a thrill?" she asked, still in a daze.

   "This booth is fairly secluded.  Why don't you lift up your top and let
your tits hang free?" he suggested.

   "Edgar, we're in a public place!" she protested.

   "It wasn't a request," he retorted, giving her a warning look.

   Julie was reluctant as she lifted her top exposing her massive tits. 
She feared that she might be seen by someone she knew.  This was a public
place, and it certainly was a possibility.  If that happened, the whole
church community would know what a slut she was.  On the other hand, the
prospect of the young waiter seeing her bare tits excited her.

   The waiter returned with the check and stopped dead in his tracks.  His
mouth dropped open as his eyes focused on the largest pair of tits he had
ever seen in his life.  Julie smiled at him, knowing the role she was
required to play.

   "Thank you, young man," Edgar said, taking the check from the waiter.

   He stood paralyzed as his eyes were glued to the massive orbs that were
the cause of the discomfort he was feeling.  His cock struggled to grow
hard, confined in his slacks.

   "Why don't you sit down and stop gawking," Edgar suggested as he rose
from his seat.

   The young man slid into the seat next to Julie and continued to stare at
her magnificent chest which was only inches from his face.

   Edgar leaned in close to the waiter and whispered in his ear.

   "This is your tip!  You have five minutes to do anything you want to
her," Edgar said.

   "Are you serious?" he asked in disbelief.

   "I am very serious, but hurry up before I change my mind."

   The boy tentatively moved his shaky hands towards the succulent tits
that were swaying slightly on the slut bride's chest.  She was breathing
heavily in anticipation and was shocked by the coldness of the hands that
gently squeezed her sensitive flesh.  She groaned as she laid her head back
against the rear cushion of the booth.

   "Squeeze them harder," she instructed the lad.

   He applied more pressure as he licked his lips, wondering if he dare
kiss them.

   "Squeeze my nipples!" she groaned, feeling totally ashamed of herself
for allowing this stranger such liberties, but, at the same time aroused by
the hands that were mauling her tits.

   His hands quickly zeroed in on her nipples as he grasped the inch long
nubs between his thumb and forefinger.  He squeezed them gingerly as they
stiffened ever more between his fingers.

   "Harder!  Squeeze them harder!" she groaned as she thrashed her head
back and forth.  The stranger's hands, fondling her tits, were exciting
her.

   Doug watched with disgust as the scene unfolded before him.  Monica
leaned over and took the head of his cock into her mouth.  She sucked
avariciously, knowing that this would be one of her last opportunities to
taste his precious cum for quite some time.  A total stranger was allowed
to fondle his wife's tits while he was helpless to do anything.  It should
be him over there not some young waiter.  It pissed him off that he was
never allowed even to touch her.  His day would come.

   "Suck on them, damn it!" Julie groaned as she became bolder, thrusting
her tits forward like a slut to give the lad better access.

   Needing little encouragement, the waiter took her left nipple between
his lips and sucked gently.

   "Harder!  Suck harder!"

   Julie was use to the Albino's powerful sucking.  This was nothing
compared to them.

   The boy obliged as he sucked harder while pulling and twisting her other
nipple.  He was getting the idea that she didn't like to be handled gently.
She wanted it rough.

   "Yes!  Yes, that's it!" she moaned.

   He switched to her other nipple and sucked voraciously as he saw the
effect he was having on her.  Her tits were in constant motion as he
decided on a new course of action.  He took her nipple between his teeth
and clamped down hard on the sensitive tip.

   Her head thrashed back and forth as she suppressed a scream that was
certain to draw a great deal of unwanted attention.  The boy liked her
reaction as he pulled her trapped nipple out from her chest, distorting the
shape of the massive tit.  His left hand roamed downward and found her
sopping wet pussy.  He separated her fat labia and buried two fingers
inside of her.  He released her nipple and bit down on it.  She was
disgusted with herself and excited at the same time as she thrust her chest
forward, stifling yet another scream.

   "Yes!  Yes!  That's it," she moaned, unable to help herself.  She knew
she was nothing more than a slut, but the way he was treating her in public
was exciting.

   Several people walked by, curiosity seekers who tried to get a peek at
what was going on in the booth.  They could hear the commotion, but Edgar
blocked any inquisitive eyes as he stood examining the check.  The low
light also helped to mask the bizarre scene that was being played out in
the booth.

   Monica by now had swallowed all of Doug's cock and was fucking his huge
tool with her mouth.  He was close to cuming as he watched his wife being
mauled by the young man who was getting more aggressive with each passing
moment.  Besides biting her nipples, he resorted to slapping her tits with
his right hand while he buried yet another finger up her overheated cunt.
Edgar coughed, attempting to cover up the commotion that was going on in
the booth.

   "All right, time is up," he said as he tapped the young man on the
shoulder.

   "But..." he started to protest.

   "No, buts, I promised you five minutes, and it's been longer than that,"
he replied.

   The waiter knew by Edgar's tone of voice that it would do him no good to
protest any further.  He reluctantly removed his sopping wet hand from her
steaming cunt.

   "Let her clean it off for you," suggested Edgar.

   The boy watched as Julie took each of his fingers in her mouth and
sucked them clean.  She then trailed her tongue between his fingers to
clean up any telltale drops of nectar that were left behind.  The whole
time she maintained eye contact with him.  Just seeing the way he looked at
her, got her hotter and hotter.  She could just imagine what he was
thinking.  The poor boy's cock was raging hard, but he would have to settle
for lustful memories to feed his fantasies tonight.  She groaned as he left
the booth.

   Monica's mouth traveled up Doug's cock as she reluctantly took it out of
her mouth.  He was so hard, and his cock was pulsing.  Doug groaned as her
succulent lips released his throbbing cock head.

   "Monica, aren't you..."

   "Later, baby," she cooed, placating the distressed groom.

   Edgar took care of the check.  Julie had already paid the tip, and the
two horny newlyweds were taken back to the motel for their final night in
Freehold.



   Morning was a long time coming for Julie and Doug.  Once they returned
to the motel, Edgar had decided that moderation was in order.  Julie was
shackled to her bed alone except for the Albinos who faithfully ministered
to her tits every four hours.  With each feeding, the opaque liquid leaking
from her nipples increased.  She would not orgasm again that day.

   Edgar didn't want her to get the wrong impression.  She needed to
understand in no uncertain terms who was in charge.

   Monica fully intended on satisfying Doug before the evening was over,
but Edgar again intervened.  The groom was denied sexual gratification and
felt the frustration of not being fulfilled for the first time in several
weeks.  It was an eye opener for him and served to drive home the point
that he needed to try harder to perform as expected in order to be
satiated. Edgar intentionally did this since Juanita would be instructing
and caring for Doug in the coming weeks.  Hopefully this little reminder
would ensure his complete cooperation.

   Both newlyweds were irritable at breakfast.  Neither one got much sleep.
Both were frustrated.  Doug was especially distraught since Monica and
Julie were leaving right after breakfast.  He never got the relief she
promised him last night, and now he would be left alone with the Mexican.

   After breakfast Edgar took the foursome to the airport.  Monica and
Julie departed on a fight for Tijuana while Juanita and Doug took a flight
back to New York.  Edgar was now free to attend to some urgent business. 
He already made an appointment with Pastor Edwards for 1:00 PM that
afternoon.



   Edgar was punctual and arrived at the church in plenty of time to keep
his appointment.  He was anxious to see what mental frame of mind the
pastor was in after his little tryst with Julie.  He knocked on Pastor
Edwards's door at precisely 1:00 PM.

   "Come in," came a voice from the other side of the door.

   As Edgar entered the pastor's office, the pastor rose from his chair and
came around his desk to greet him.

   "It's good to see you again," the pastor welcomed him cordially.

   "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice," Edgar said.

   "Nonsense, any friend of Julie and Doug's is a friend of mine," he
replied.  "Please sit down."

   Edgar sat as the pastor returned to his own chair behind his desk.

   "How can I be of assistance to you?" the pastor asked.

   "I'm somewhat disappointed in what happened here yesterday," Edgar
began.

   "What do you mean?" the pastor asked cautiously, squirming in his chair.

   "Julie was quite upset when she returned to the motel last night," he
stated.

   "I don't understand.  Why was Julie upset?" he feigned ignorance.

   "You disappoint me.  Let's stop playing games, pastor.  Besides you're
not a very good liar.  You know as well as I what happened here yesterday,"
Edgar said.

   The pastor clasped his hands together and lowered his head as if in deep
thought.  He then slowly looked up at Edgar.

   "I wasn't going to say anything, Edgar, but Julie wasn't herself when
she came to my office yesterday," he said.

   "Mark, it is alright if I call you Mark, isn't it?" Edgar inquired.

   "Yes, of course," replied the pastor.

   "Mark, let's stop the charades.  I have everything on video," he said as
he held up a DVD.

   The pastor looked stunned.  It was as if someone had driven him like a
stake into the ground.

   "What do you mean?" he stammered.

   "Your office was wired, Mark.  You were set up," Edgar replied.

   "That's impossible!" he exclaimed.

   "Do you have a DVD player on your computer?" Edgar asked.

   "Yes, of course," the pastor said curtly.

   Edgar handed him the DVD and the pastor hesitantly put it in the player.
Windows Media player opened and there was Julie in living color on the
screen and the pastor was speaking.

   "It's so good to see you again, Julie.  I've prayed for you every day
during your absence.  I prayed that God would return you and Doug to us
safely."

   "It's all there, Mark, right up until she left.  You put on quite a
performance, but I'm not too sure what your parishioners might think of you
if they were to see this."

   "What do you want?" Pastor Edwards asked gravely.

   "What do you think I want?" Edgar asked.

   "I don't have any money," he said quietly.

   "I don't want any money."

   "Do you want me to resign?"

   "No, of course, not.  Let's not get drastic!" Edgar said, smiling.

   "Then what do you want?"

   "I want your cooperation."

   "My cooperation?  I don't understand," he said, puzzled.

   "There will be times when I will ask you to do certain things for me. 
You might find these things distasteful, but that's the price you'll have
to pay for my silence and to insure that this video isn't released to the
media and your parishioners."

   "What kind of things?" the pastor asked defeated.

   "I don't know, Mark.  There's nothing I want you to do right at this
moment," Edgar chuckled.

   "What if I say no?" he asked.

   "Then copies of this video will be distributed to every member of your
church, the media, and uploaded to the Internet."

   Pastor Mark Edwards folded his hands together and bent his head over. 
He was silent for quite some time.  It almost looked as if he was praying.
Edgar gave him time to think things over.  He wanted the seriousness of the
situation to sink in.  He knew he had him right where he wanted him.  What
choice did he have unless he wanted to leave the ministry in disgrace?

   "I never intended for anything like this to happen.  I wanted to help
Julie and Doug.  I just wasn't strong enough to resist her," he said with
remorse.

   "Julie is hard to resist," Edgar added.

   "You're not giving me much of a choice, are you?" he said.

   "Not if you want to remain in the ministry," Edgar replied.

   There was a long pause as the pastor considered.

   "What would I do?  I've devoted my life to serving God and the church. I
don't know anything else.  You win.  You leave me no other option," he
relented.

   "That's wonderful, Mark.  I'm sure we'll develop a very good working
relationship," Edgar said as he rose.  "I must be going.  You'll hear from
me soon."

   "Yes, I'm sure I will," the pastor said quietly as he watched Edgar walk
over to the door and leave.

   He broke down in tears.

   "Oh Lord, forgive me for the sins I have committed," he intoned as his
head fell forward on his folded arms



   The meeting with Pastor Mark Edwards went much better than Edgar
expected.  He certainly thought there would be more resistance from him,
but there wasn't.  He now knew the wimpy man of God was at his beckon call.


   There was only one more piece of business to attend to in Freehold. 
When Edgar met Andrea Matthews for lunch in Lake Placid, they had discussed
her plans for the future.  She mentioned that she was traveling to Freehold
this week in order to attend freshman orientation at Landover Bible School.
Edgar saw this as a marvelous opportunity and took the liberty to make
plans to meet her for dinner since he was also coincidentally going to be
in Freehold to visit his old friend, Pastor Edwards.

   Andrea, being young and naive, wasn't suspicious of the fact that Edgar
just happened to be going to Freehold, of all places, when she was there.
The thought never crossed her mind that this was much more than a
coincidence.

   Andrea was staying on campus, but Edgar couldn't risk being seen with
her.  He made arrangements to meet her for dinner at the same restaurant he
had taken Julie and Doug the night before.

   When he arrived at the restaurant, Andrea was already there waiting for
him.  He quickly surveyed her as she sat primly in the reception area.  You
could definitely tell that she was Julie's sister.  She wasn't quite as
tall maybe 5' 8", but her chest, like her sister's, was magnificent.  She
was as large as or maybe even slightly larger than Julie before her breast
augmentation.  She did share her sister's slight frame which only served to
accentuate her magnificent breasts.  Her eyes were the same color blue, but
her hair was more brown than auburn unlike her sister.

   Edgar walked up to her with a warm and inviting smile as he looked into
her eyes, the eyes of a child.  There was no knowledge of the world in
their gleaming depths; no experience of men or women, only a trusting
innocence that would be her undoing.

   "Andrea, how wonderful it is to see you again," he said warmly as he
embraced her.

   "Oh, thank you so much for asking me out to dinner," she replied,
beaming.  "I was really getting tired of the food on campus."

   "The pleasure is all mine," he said as he sized her up.

   The hostess led them to a table, and they enjoyed a leisurely meal. 
Andrea was so bubbly and her trusting and innocent manner was like a breath
of fresh air.  She possessed many of the qualities that her sister once
possessed, a strong faith in God, a love of family, a desire to serve, and
a trust in the inherit goodness of man.  Little did she know that Edgar did
not share the same sentiments.  If she was a little more perceptive and a
better judge of character, she would not be sitting here with this man
right now, but she had led a very insular life and was never exposed to the
harsher realities of the outside world.  This would be her undoing.

   "So how is your week of orientation going?" Edgar asked.

   "Oh my God, they're keeping us so busy, Edgar.  I have no time for
myself," she laughed.

   "There must be a great deal to learn," he added.

   "Oh yes, this is so different than high school," she said.

   "What are your plans for the rest of the week?" he asked.

   "Well, I was able to free up some time to meet with the pastor of
Freehold Evangelical Church," she replied.

   "You're meeting with Pastor Edwards?" Edgar asked.

   "Why, yes!  Do you know him?" Andrea inquired.

   "Yes, he is an old acquaintance of mine," he replied.

   "My, what a small world," Andrea beamed innocently.

   Edgar had every intention of leaving the girl alone for the time being,
but this could be a real opportunity for him.  He implied that he would not
pursue Julie's sister, but he never actually promised her.  He would love
to add her to his acquisitions and turn her into a slut like her sister.

   "When is your meeting?" Edgar asked.

   "2:00 PM tomorrow afternoon.  I have several orientation meetings in the
morning but my afternoon is free," she replied.

   "Well, be sure to say hello to Pastor Edwards for me," he added.

   A plan was forming in Edgar's devious mind.  He wanted to consult with
Monica, but there was no time.  He had to act quickly.

   "Oh, I will, Edgar.  I really can't wait to see him again.  He was such
an inspiration to Julie and supported her throughout her four years of
school.  She talked about him all the time.  He inspired her to live what
she believed, and because of him she grew closer to the Lord," Andrea spoke
enthusiastically about the pastor.

   "Yes, he truly is a fine man, and I'm sure your time with him will be
very productive," he replied.

   "Oh, I hope so.  There are times when my faith wavers, and I need
someone who can anchor me in the word of God," she said.  "I really want to
have the kind of faith Julie and Doug have.  I've always envied them and
their commitment to the Lord," she said.

   They finished their meal, and then Edgar dropped Julie off on campus. 
He still had a great deal to do before the night was over.  It was too bad
Andrea was dressed so conservatively.  He wanted to get a better look at
her.  The girl was so modest that she didn't even have any cleavage
showing. Oh well, there would be time enough for that later.



   Meanwhile Monica and Julie arrived in Tijuana.  They were staying in
Tijuana's red-light district.  This area was littered with Tijuana brothels
and strip clubs.  The strip clubs in Tijuana were typically full-contact,
in which the dancers allowed patrons to fondle their parts.  The dancers
also solicited their services which typically tended to be pricier than
those of the street Tijuana prostitutes.  Monica made arrangements for
Julie to work in The Devil's Inn one of the more popular strip clubs.

   Here Julie would spend one week working as a prostitute in the club. 
She would dance on stage and learn how to strip down to nothing while men
were allowed to fondle her and verbally abuse her.  She would also spend
part of her time serving drinks to the customers.  She could not refuse
them anything they wanted if they were willing to pay the price whether it
be a lap dance or a trip to a private room to be used at the whim of the
paying customer.  No holes were barred.  Her only purpose was to please the
men that paid for her services.  Monica drove home the point that she was
nothing more than a whore, bought and paid for.

   The Albinos continued to feast on her luscious tits, and the discharge
from her nipples increased with each passing day.  Because of her strict
milking schedule, on her second night at the club she couldn't avoid
dancing on stage with the serpents wrapped around her mammoth tits.  The
men went crazy at the bizarre and unusual sight, and her popularity
increased.

   "Look at those fucking snakes!" one customer called out.

   "The puta loves it!" yelled another.

   "I'd like to get my hands on those jugs!" another added.

   Their comments were rude and demeaning, but it strangely excited Julie
as they verbally abused her.  She got wetter and wetter and wanted to cum
so badly.  She walked down the short runway that jutted out from the middle
of the stage in her six inch stiletto heels.  The snakes still sucked
avariciously on her tits as she enticed the old men that were ogling her.

   Monica, standing off to the side, could see the change in Julie as she
welcomed the negative attention they were giving her.  She was thriving on
the verbal abuse they were heaping upon her.  She walked up on the stage
and removed the Albino's from her tits.

   "No, leave them," she begged.

   "Poor, baby," Monica taunted her.  "Do you need more attention?"

   "Oh God, yes!" she moaned as she wrapped her hands around her heaving
tits.

   "Don't touch yourself!" Monica hissed.

   Julie dropped her hands to her sides, pleading with her eyes as she
undulated to the loud music.

   "The slut wants some attention.  Would you gentlemen oblige?" Monica
called out to the audience of lecherous old men.

   "Shit, yes!" one yelled out.

   "Let me at the puta!" yelled another.

   Julie continued to dance, exposing her hard, throbbing clit that was
begging to be touched.  Her tits bobbed up and down seductively on her
chest, yearning for attention.

   "Lie down, slut!" Monica ordered.

   Julie moaned as she dropped to her knees and spread herself out on the
runway.

   "Spread your legs wide!" Monica ordered.

   Julie immediately obeyed as her exposed, bloated cunt lips pulsated.

   "Give me your teeth!" Monica directed.

   She moaned, feeling ashamed as she removed her dentures from her mouth
in front of all these strangers and handed them to the black Amazon.

   Gasps and whispers permeated the odd assembly as they waited like
vultures ready to pounce on their victim.

   "Now smile at your audience and beg them to touch you!" she commanded.

   "Oh God, please touch me," she begged with pleading eyes as she licked
her lips and smiled a toothless grin.  She felt totally humiliated as they
stared back at her unbelievingly, but deep inside the shame she felt
brought her closer and closer to an orgasm.

   Hardened as they were, this group of men had never seen a puta such as
this.  They reached out and handled her roughly as she groaned and
encouraged them.  One old man buried two dirty fingers up her cunt as
another slapped her ass hard.  Two mouths were glued to her tits as they
sucked, bit, and pulled on her hard, throbbing nipples.  Hands were
everywhere touching and feeling and probing every inch of her body.  One
man grabbed her by the hair and buried his dirty cock down her throat.  It
was then that she had her first of many orgasms.

   The rough treatment and disrespect they showed her is what turned her on
the most.  She fed on their ill treatment of her and craved even more.  The
more they abused and insulted her, the better she liked it.

   The debauchery continued for several hours until every one of them had
dropped their load in one of her openings.  Many of them came twice, and
all this time Julie felt like such a low life.  Her body was covered in cum
as they rubbed it all over her.  Her hair glistened with the white, sticky
stuff, and every breath she took filled her lungs with the distinct odor of
their discharge, but she didn't care.  She was in orgasmic bliss.

   She willingly catered to every demand they made of her.  The more she
was humiliated, the more disgusted she was with herself and the more she
came.  Another orgasm ripped through her body as she buried her tongue up
an old man's ass.  The disgusting deed revolted her but excited her even
more as she thought of how low she had sunk in such a short period of time.


   That night singled her out as the most sought after puta at the club. 
For the rest of the week there was no rest for this slut as her fame spread
far and wide throughout the town.  She lost count of the number of men she
serviced each night, and, as she was further humiliated, she lost count of
the number of times she orgasmed as they used and abused her.



   At the same time Doug arrived back at Edgar's estate with Juanita.  The
first night back was relatively quiet although the Mexican never removed
the Houdini chastity harness from Doug's tortured cock.  By the following
morning, he was hornier than hell and would do just about anything to have
an orgasm.

   Reality set in when Juanita showed him the new butt plug that he would
be wearing by the time Edgar and Monica returned.

   "Doug, this is for you," she said as she held up the plug.  "You have
taken two inch plugs very nicely, but Monica wants you stretched even more.
My job is to insure that you can accommodate this little beauty before she
returns," Juanita explained.

   "It's too damn big.  You'll kill me," Doug protested.

   Juanita walked up to him and slapped him across the face.

   "Would you even consider speaking to Edgar or Monica like that?" she
hissed.

   "No," he admitted as he recovered from the unexpected, stinging blow to
his face and ego.

   "You will do as you are told, or it will be a very long three weeks for
you," Juanita warned.  "There's nothing that says I have to let you cum
especially if you're difficult and uncooperative."

   Juanita was laying down the law, and letting Doug know in no uncertain
terms that she was in charge and would be obeyed.

   "Let me show you your new friend that will soon be residing up your
ass," Juanita teased as she removed his Houdini chastity belt and stroked
his cock back to life.

   The plug she held up before him was six inches long.  At its widest
point it was three inches in diameter and tapered down to one inch for
easier insertion.  It had a flared base that insured that it couldn't be
inserted too far.  This plug was the largest in a set that came in
increments of ¼ inch from two inches up to the three inch monster that she
now held before him.

   We'll start with the two inch one and work you up to the three inch
plug. You'll wear the plug 24/7 except when you have to defecate, or when I
decide to clean you out with a good enema."

   Doug groaned.  He was at her mercy and had no recourse whatsoever.

   "If you're a really good boy and cooperate, I may let you eat my pussy
as a reward," she whispered in his ear and then trailed kisses down his
neck.  "And if you're exceptionally good, I'll let you cum.  Wouldn't you
like to have my lips wrapped around your hard, fat cock?"

   "Oh, God, yes, Juanita," he eagerly said.

   "Miss Juanita!  You are to call me Miss Juanita," she insisted.

   Doug nodded, willing to agree to anything.

   "Yes, Miss Juanita," he replied obediently.

   Why was his rectum being stretched to that obscene diameter?  What did
Monica have in store for him?





   Back in Freehold Edgar called Pastor Mark Edwards on his cell phone
after dropping Andrea off at the Landover Bible School campus.

   "Hello, Mark, this is Edgar."

   "Yes?" he said somewhat reserved.

   "I have something for you to do," he said.

   There was silence at the other end.

   "Are you there, Mark?" Edgar asked irritated.

   "Yes, I'm here.  What do you want?" he asked, dreading this call and
what he might be force to do.

   "Well, I understand you have an appointment with a young lady tomorrow
afternoon," Edgar explained.

   "Are you referring to Andrea Matthews?" he asked.

   "As a matter of fact I am," Edgar chuckled.

   "What do you want from her?  She's only a child just out of high school
and attending the bible school this fall,"

   "There has been a change of plans for her future, and you're going to
help make it a reality.  I'll be dropping off something that I want you to
put in her drink.  This will relax her to the point that you'll be able to
do just about anything you want to her," Edgar explained.

   "Edgar, you can't expect me to ..."

   "Listen to me, Mark.  I expect you to do everything I say without
question.  You know the consequences otherwise," Edgar warned.

   "What do you want me to do?" he asked with resignation in his voice.

   "After she has taken this drug, it will be quite easy for you to get her
to take off her clothes.  She'll be aroused and not thinking straight. 
It's important that her breasts are at least exposed.  Then all you have to
do is to get her to suck on your cock so that you cum in her mouth and all
over her face."

   "You can't be serious.  This is so wrong.  It's a sin!  You can't expect
me to go against everything that I believe in," he protested.

   "Oh, but what you did with her sister, Julie, was all right, wasn't it?"
Edgar chided him.

   "That was different!" he exclaimed

   "All sin is equal in the eyes of the Lord.  You should know that better
than anyone, Mark," he said.

   There was silence at the other end.

   "Well?"

   "All right, you win.  I'll do it, but I curse you for making me commit
another sin," he said, trapped.

   "Good!  I'll drop the drug off to you later this evening, and remember,
Mark, don't try anything stupid because I will expose you if you do," Edgar
warned.

   Edgar was very pleased with himself.  Not only did he have Julie, but he
also managed to gain control of one of the most influential clergyman in
Freehold, not to mention the fact that Julie's young, innocent sister would
soon be under his control.



   Andrea attended an orientation session the following morning.  She loved
the campus and felt so much closer to God here.  She couldn't believe that,
like her older sister, Julie, she too would be spending four years at
Landover Bible School.  It was a dream come true.

   She grabbed a late lunch and then prepared for her 2:00 PM meeting with
Pastor Edwards.  She was so excited.  She saw him only briefly at her
sister's wedding, but now she was going to finally spend some quality time
with him.  The wisdom and knowledge he possessed would surely help her grow
closer to the Lord over the next four years spent at Landover.

   She arrived at Freehold Evangelical Church at precisely 2:00 PM.  Pastor
Edwards was outside waiting for her.

   "Andrea!"

   "Hello, Pastor Edwards."

   "Oh Andrea, it is so good to see you again," Pastor Edwards said warmly
as he embraced the young girl.  "Julie has spoken very highly of you."

   "I can't believe I'm finally here in Freehold!" she exclaimed.

   "Let's go inside where we can talk," he said.

   Andrea was so happy to be here, and the pastor was treating her so
special.

   "Can I get you something to drink?  Would you like some coffee, tea, a
coke?"

   "A coke would be fine, thank you," she replied.

   The pastor opened a can of Coke and filled a glass with ice.  After
pouring the coke, he added the white powder that Edgar gave him, making
sure that all of it dissolved before giving it to her.

   He felt terrible doing this to such a young, innocent girl.  According
to Edgar the GHB he added to her coke would make her feel less inhibited
and would increase her sensuality.

   "Here you are," he said, handing her the drink.

   Julie sat across from the pastor as he took the seat behind his desk. 
It was so good to be here.  She knew she would love attending this church
and looked forward to the many new things the pastor would teach her.  She
sipped on her Coke as they talked.

   "So how do you like Landover Bible School?" he asked casually.

   "Oh, everyone there is wonderful," she replied.  "And they've all been
very helpful."

   "It's one of the finest bible colleges in the country," the pastor
added.

   "Yes, that's what my father said too," Andrea smiled.

   They engaged in small talk for a few more minutes while getting to know
each other a little better.  Andrea so much wanted to make a good
impression.  This was really the first opportunity for her to speak with
the pastor and get to know him a little better.  She never got a chance to
talk to him when he attended Julie and Doug's wedding in Lake Placid.

   Edgar told Mark that after around ten minutes the aphrodisiac would
start to take effect.  He could see that she was looking flushed and
somewhat disoriented as she sipped on her coke.

   "I feel so lightheaded, pastor," Andrea said somewhat embarrassed.

   "Are you warm?" he asked concerned.

   "Yes, just a little," she replied.

   "Why don't you finish your Coke, and I'll check the temperature in
here," he suggested.

   Andrea gulped down the rest of her Coke quickly and started to giggle.

   The drug he gave her was working.  She was feeling lightheaded and found
it hard to concentrate.  She forced herself to focus in order to understand
what Pastor Edwards was saying.  Her eyes were glued to the bulge in his
slacks.  This was the same drug that worked so well on Julie and Doug.

   "It's only 70 degrees in here, Andrea," he said.

   "God, why am I so lightheaded.  I felt fine this morning.  I don't know
what's wrong with me, pastor," she slurred.

   The pastor went into the bathroom to get a cool wash cloth.  He came
back and held it to her forehead for several minutes.

   "Is that helping?" he asked concerned.

   "Not really, sir, but it feels good."

   "I hope you're not coming down with something.  Why don't you unbutton
your blouse?  That might help cool you off," suggested the pastor.

   "Do you really think I should?" she asked innocently.

   "There's really no harm in it.  After all, I'm your pastor now," he
smiled.

   "I guess you're right," she agreed naively accepting the faulty
reasoning as she started to undo the buttons on her white blouse.

   If she was thinking rationally and not under the influence of this drug,
she would realize that this was totally inappropriate behavior on her part,
and even more inappropriate for the pastor to suggest such a thing.

   Pastor Edwards took the cool washcloth and patted her face, and then
moved lower to pat the top of her exposed breasts.  He could see that she
was almost as big as Julie, and gazing upon those young luscious breasts
made him hard.

   "Oh God, have mercy on my wretched soul!" he prayed.

   She liked the feel of the cool washcloth as the pastor ran it across the
top of her breasts.  It made her pussy tingle, and she could tell that for
some strange reason she was getting wetter.  She never felt like this
before.  Her whole body felt alive and sensitive to even the clothing that
was rubbing against her.

   "Are you feeling any better?" he asked.

   The fire burning in the young innocent girl increased as Pastor Edwards
continued to swab her exposed breasts.  No male had ever been that close to
her private parts before.  The sensations she was feeling were all so new
and wonderful.  She was experiencing feelings that she had never felt
before.  She had a difficult time coping and wasn't quite sure how to
handle herself.

   "I don't know what's wrong with me.  I've never felt like this before.
Thank you for being so kind and understanding, pastor," she said as she
touched his hand.

   His crotch was almost at eye level.  She couldn't take her eyes off of
the bulge in his pants.  For some strange reason this excited her.  She
couldn't think straight or focus on anything right now.  At the same time
she was disgusted with herself for having such impure thoughts.  My God, he
was a minister!

   "Are you feeling any better, Andrea?" the pastor asked.

   "I just feel so...  I don't know how to explain it.  It's so strange,"
she replied incoherently, finding it hard to focus on what she was saying.

   "This isn't good, and I'm concerned about you.  Normally I wouldn't
suggest this, but under the circumstances I think it might be wise for you
to remove your blouse," he suggested.

   At first Andrea was shocked at the suggestion, and then, the more she
thought about it, the more sense it made.  She was hot, and now felt a heat
starting to build in the pit of her stomach.  She slowly unbuttoned and
then removed her blouse.  She folded it neatly before setting it down.  She
sat there with her large white bra covering her huge breasts.  Her hard
nipples pushed against the fabric of her bra, further inflaming the poor,
innocent girl.  It was a pleasant feeling and one that she often suppressed
as she was growing up, but now she was losing control as her nipples pushed
demandingly against her bra.

   Pastor Edwards struggled with his own conscience, knowing that what he
was doing was wrong and a sin against God.

   "How can I do this to such a fine young lady?" he thought as he eyed her
creamy white cleavage.

   He knew that he should put his faith in God and let this girl go.  He
was the one who sinned.  Why should she have to pay the price for his sins?
He should suffer the consequences for his actions, but he was weak and
couldn't face being disgraced and thrown out of the church that he had
worked so hard to build.

   "Are you feeling any better?" he asked, hating himself for what he was
doing to this innocent child.

   "I'm still lightheaded, pastor.  I'm sorry to be such a problem," she
said as she continued to focus on the bugle in his pants.

   Andrea's nipples grew even harder when she saw that the pastor was
getting hard.  Chills ran up and down her spine as her nipples continued to
poke against the fabric of her bra, begging to be free.  What was the
matter with her?  Why was she acting this way?  It was almost as if she
didn't have control over her own feelings and emotions.

   "Let me see," the pastor said as he felt her forehead.  "Yes, you
definitely are warm."

   He then felt her cheeks that were flushed.  Then his hands moved down to
her shoulders and the back of his hands felt the exposed top of her huge
breasts.

   Andrea jumped slightly at his touch.  A warning flashed through her
mind, but she ignored it.  His action was innocent.  She knew he was
concerned about her, but the tingling she felt in her pussy filled her with
shame.  Why was her clit so hard?  It tingled and felt so good.

   "Am I going to be all right?" asked the poor girl, now worried but open
to suggestion.

   Pastor Edwards just couldn't continue this charade.  He was taking
advantage of an innocent girl.  With Julie it was different.  She had
seduced him although he was weak and gave in to the lust of the flesh, but
with Andrea it was different.  He was playing the part of the wolf in
sheep's clothing.  What he was doing was unconscionable.  He prayed that
God would give him the strength to stop this madness.  He would simple have
to face the consequences of his actions even if it meant that his
reputation and career would be ruined.

   "Why don't you remove your bra, Andrea?  That might help," he heard
himself say.

   What on earth was he doing?  It was if he was being driven by some
outside force, a demented desire for self-preservation coupled with a
lustful desire to see her naked breasts.

   "Do you really think I should, pastor?" Andrea asked hesitantly.  Deep
in the back of her mind a small voice was warning her, but it was faint,
and she ignored it.

   "Oh, yes, Andrea.  I really think it would help," he insisted.

   "I suppose you're right.  It's not that I feel sick, pastor.  It's like
my body is burning up or something," she said as she reached behind her
back and undid the clasp holding her bra in place.  She then removed her
bra, exposing her luscious breasts to the leering pastor's eyes.  Her
nipples stood out hard and proud as they were exposed to the air.  Her
breasts were so large and firm.  They almost defied gravity as they swayed
on her chest.

   The pastor grew harder as he gazed upon her chest and was overcome by
lust.  All sense of reason and propriety was forgotten.

   Andrea didn't fully realize what she was doing as the drug seemed to
take away her inhibitions and any sense of propriety.

   "I think I know what part of your problem is, Andrea," he said as he
patted her breasts with the cool washcloth.

   "What's that, pastor," Andrea said now feeling totally detached as if
she was in a dream.  The washcloth felt nice on her breasts.  She didn't
want him to stop.

   Pastor Edwards ran the cool washcloth over her hard nipples.  The girl
shivered every time the cloth brushed across those sensitive tips.  She
liked it.

   "Is this helping?" asked the pastor.

   "I'm not sure, sir.  It feels nice," she stammered.

   "What do you mean, Andrea?" the pastor feigned ignorance.

   "The wash cloth feels nice but..."

   "Andrea, you're a young woman now, and you're probably feeling what many
young girls your age experience."

   "Do you really think so?" she asked naively.

   "Oh yes, most definitely," he replied.  "Let me demonstrate for you."

   He reached down and took her long, hard nipples between his thumb and
forefingers and squeezed them.

   "Ohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned as the fire burning in her loins was further
fanned by this single action.  It felt so good.

   "See how hard your nipples are?  I think you feel warm because you're
sexually aroused," the pastor said, hating himself for what he was doing.

   "Sexually aroused?" she asked, riddled with guilt as she felt her clit
throb and tingle incessantly.  She knew he was right and what she was
feeling was wrong, but she didn't listen to the small faint voice within
her, trying to be heard.

   "Oh, I know I'm right, Andrea, and I think I know how you can relieve
that sexual tension you're feeling," he said as he unzipped his slacks and
let them fall to the floor.

   Andrea sat there with goose bumps all over her body.  She had been
eyeing the bulge in his slacks since he first walked over to her.  She knew
this was wrong and that the thoughts she was having were sinful, but she
couldn't help herself.

   "Take it out, Andrea," he ordered.

   "I don't think..."

   "Don't think, Andrea, just do it!"

   Andrea couldn't think clearly.  She reached forward tentatively, obeying
him only because of the sensations that were coursing through her body. 
Her hands were shaking as she tucked her fingers under the waistband of his
underwear and slowly pulled them down, freeing the pastor's long hard cock.


   He stepped out of his underwear as she stared at his throbbing shaft
with her mouth agape.  She had never in her life seen a cock before.  She
had no idea what one looked like, but now she was mere inches away from her
pastor's stiff shaft.  Deep down inside she knew that what she was doing
was wrong, but for some reason she didn't care.  Under normal circumstances
she would never allow herself to get into a situation like this, but the
drug she was given prevented her from thinking rationally and besides this
was her new pastor whom she trusted.

   "You've never seen one before, have you?" he asked.

   "No, sir, never," she said unable to take her eyes off of it.  She was
salivating as she gazed upon the naked shaft.

   "It won't bite you!  Why don't you touch it," he suggested.

   She tentatively moved her right hand forward and touched the top of his
long shaft.  He could see that she was eyeing his balls.

   "Those are my testicles.  You may touch them too," he encouraged her.

   Andrea cupped his balls with her small, delicate hands.  She licked her
lips as her mouth watered at the sight of the pastor's magnificent cock.

   "Don't do that!  It is so wrong.  You are sinning," the small faint
voice warned her, but it was distant and nothing more than a whisper.  Her
hard, throbbing clit and the increasing wetness between her legs demanded
her attention.  She couldn't think rationally.

   Pastor Edwards felt such anguish and disgust with himself for not being
strong enough to face up to his own wrongdoing.  How would he be able to
live with himself after today?  How could he stand in the pulpit and preach
God's word when he was such a hypocrite himself.

   "Pastor, please forgive me.  I'm so ashamed of myself!" Andrea said, now
filled with a sense of remorse.

   "Stand up, Andrea," the pastor directed her in a soft, compassionate
voice.

   Andrea stood up before him.  Her breasts shimmied as she rose from the
chair.  They were absolutely magnificent and would be hard for any man to
resist.

   "You are beautiful, Andrea."

   "Thank you, sir," she said, feeling giddy.

   "There's no reason to feel ashamed.  You're a beautiful child of God. 
You're so warm because of the sexual tension you're feeling.  If we can get
rid of that tension, I think you'll feel much better," the pastor
explained.

   Andrea nodded.  In her present state of mind, this made sense to her.

   "I want you to trust me, my child, and do exactly as I say," the pastor
instructed.

   Andrea nodded again, but the voice in her head was more insistent.

   "Run, Andrea, run!  Get out of there!" She ignored it.

   "Now clasp your hands behind your neck.  Then I'll see if I can relieve
your tension somewhat."

   The poor child naively obeyed the man she trusted, knowing he would do
nothing that would put her in harm's way.

   She looked ravishing as her large tits jutted out from her chest so
invitingly.  It was almost as if she was offering them up to him.  The good
pastor couldn't resist as he squeezed her virgin tits, sending chills up
and down her spine.

   "Oh, pastor!" she moaned as her breasts were touched by a man for the
first time.  "Should you really be doing that?"

   "Trust me!  I know what I'm doing.  You are a sexual being, Andrea, and
what you are feeling is perfectly normal.  God created you that way."

   He worked his hands all over her flesh, kneading the massive mammaries
until his fingers worked their way over to her hard nipples.  He grasped
them and squeezed hard, eliciting another groan from the young woman.

   "Oh my!" she exclaimed as she experienced sensations that she had never
experienced before.  She was so wet, and her pussy was dripping.

   She knew this was wrong, but the sensations coursing through her body
were overpowering.

   "Does that feel good, Andrea?"

   "Oh, yes!" she exclaimed.

   "And we know all good things come from God," the pastor explained.

   This made sense to the drugged girl.

   Then Pastor Edwards leaned over and took her right nipple between his
lips and sucked.

   "Oh my God!" she groaned as she was overcome by a chill that ran up and
down her spine.

   "Do you like that, Andrea?" he asked.

   "Oh, yes, pastor," she replied as he caught her nipple between his teeth
and bit down gently.

   She jumped.  This was too much for her.  There were so many new
sensations that were assaulting her young body, sensations that were
overpowering and made it impossible for her to think straight.

   The pastor was unrelenting as he attacked her other nipple, giving it
the same treatment.

   "Ooooohhhh!" she moaned as her hips moved involuntarily with the fire
that was building in her loins.

   He released her left nipple and ordered her to her knees.  She looked at
him with lust filled eyes as she quickly obeyed.  Deep down inside she knew
this was wrong, but she was now driven by the fire that was raging out of
control.

   "Now, kiss my cock, Andrea, and I guarantee that you'll feel much
better," the pastor encouraged her.

   Andrea, overcome with all these new emotions, obeyed him without
question.  She puckered her lips and kissed the tip of his cock.

   Pastor Edwards laughed at her inexperience.  Bur why was he laughing? 
Only yesterday he was a virgin who never saw a woman naked.

   "Not like that, Andrea.  Use your tongue," he directed her.

   She ran her tongue tentatively over the head of his large cock.  There
was a clear liquid oozing out of his piss hole, and she liked how it
tasted. She lapped it up and then licked his long shaft, enjoying his manly
taste, but the voice in her head was insistent and tried to force itself
into her conscious mind.

   "You're doing very well, Andrea.  You're a fast learner and will do well
at Landover Bible School.  Now take one of my testicles in your mouth and
suck gently on it," he said.

   He hated what he was doing to this innocent child.  He was corrupting
her when he should be the one leading her down the path of righteousness,
but the lust burning in his own loins eased his conscience for the time
being.

   "Very good.  Now take my cock head in your mouth and suck on it like a
lollipop," he directed her.

   Andrea, thrilled by the new feelings that were filling her, did as the
pastor directed.

   "Look up at me as you suck my cock," he ordered.

   She looked up at him with her beautiful blue eyes that were now glazed
over.  Her whole body was on fire, and she wished he would suck on her
breasts some more.  She liked the feel of his lips wrapped around her
nipples.

   "This is wrong.  You shouldn't be doing that.  It is a sin!" But the
faint voice within her went unheeded.

   Pastor Edwards looked down at the eighteen year old and couldn't believe
how gorgeous she was.  Her massive breasts swayed on her chest as she
sucked on the head of his cock.  Curiosity got the best of him as he
reached for her bra to check her bra size.  She was a 34 DD.  Indeed she
was larger than Julie before she had her augmentation.

   "You're doing fine, my child.  Now take more of my cock into your
mouth," he said as he held her head and drove his cock forward towards the
back of her throat.  "Wonderful!"

   The pastor couldn't believe that this young, innocent girl was here in
his office on her knees, naked from the waist up with his cock in her
mouth. He could feel the power he had over her.  All feelings of guilt
dissipated as his cock was poised to enter her throat.

   Andrea was light-headed and sensed that what she was doing was wrong,
but her throbbing clit and juicing pussy told another story so she ignored
the faint, insistent voice filling her head.  She just couldn't help
herself even though she knew this defied everything she believed in.  Her
father had warned her about the sins of the flesh.

   Then overcome by the cock filling her mouth, she started to spasm as her
first orgasm assaulted her young, innocent body.  She convulsed out of
control as her clit tingled and her pussy gushed forth her sweet nectar.

   She groaned as Pastor Edwards, thinking only of protecting his own
reputation, pushed forward as the poor girl started to gag.  Unable to
enter her throat on his first attempt, he mercifully withdrew his cock from
her mouth and allowed her to get some air.

   "God, please have mercy on my retched soul.  The flesh is weak, and I
have sinned.  Forgive me in the name of Jesus and deliver me from evil,"
Pastor Edwards prayed.

   He thought of simply letting her go before this went any further, but
then he thought of Edgar and the price he would have to pay to save her. 
He just couldn't do it.  He was weak.  He couldn't face the ridicule and
disgrace he would have to suffer.  Besides there was no way for him to
explain away what had happened here already.  It had gone too far for him
to turn back now.

   "Listen, Andrea, you need to open your mouth real wide, and pretend
you're swallowing a grapefruit.  Can you do that for me?" he asked as he
took her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and applied pressure.

   Andrea nodded her head as his manipulation of her breasts kept the fire
burning brightly.  Her eyes were glazed, still feeling the effects of her
orgasm as she innocently looked up at him.

   The pastor worked his cock to the back of her virgin throat once again.

   "Now, open wide!  Pretend you're swallowing a grapefruit!" he ordered as
he grabbed her by the head and pushed hard driving his cock into her
throat.

   Her eyes went wide, and she moaned around the huge cock that invaded her
throat.  The drug helped suppress her gag reflex as his cock began to
disappear from view, but she could still see a good amount of exposed cock.
If the truth be known, six inches of cock was buried in her mouth and
throat, but five inches were still exposed.

   The pastor reveled in the tightness of her throat.  This was only the
second time his shaft had felt the warm confines of a woman's throat.  The
first time was with Julie.  He grew excited as he pushed forward, burying
another inch of cock.

   The voice in Andrea's head was more insistent and grew louder, demanding
to be heard.  Suddenly, the reality of the situation hit her.  It was a
revelation as the voice finally got through to her loud and clear.  She had
Pastor Edward's cock in her mouth!  She was being defiled.  He was taking
advantage of her.

   She panicked!  This was so wrong, and she had no idea how she had
reached this point.  How could she allow this to happen?  It was like a bad
dream, and she finally woke up.  She was still on fire, but she was
thinking much clearer now.  The drug was wearing off.

   She knew this was wrong and a sin against God.  How could this possibly
have happened?  She always had control of her feelings and emotions in the
past.

   She struggled to get free, but the pastor held her head tightly.  He
grabbed her by the hair and pushed forward, burying another inch of cock in
her virgin throat.  She tried to pull back, but he was too strong, and then
she realized that she was topless.  My God her breasts were slapping into
each other as she tried to free herself.

   "Oh God, please help me!" she prayed.  "Have mercy upon me and protect
me!"

   Pastor Edwards knew that it was too late to turn back now.  He felt pity
for the poor girl who was struggling to free her mouth from his cock.  No,
it was much too late.  He had to follow through and do Edgar's bidding, for
he was the only one who could protect him and his reputation in the
community.  Self-preservation demanded that he finish the dastardly deed
that he had started.

   He pushed harder and forced another inch of his cock down the struggling
girl's throat.  She mumbled and protested, but this only excited him more.
He continued to push, and inch by inch all eleven inches was buried.

   She moaned as her nose was tickled by his pubic hair unable to do
anything to prevent him from violating her virgin throat.  The thought of
biting down on his cock never occurred to her.  It was so simple.  If she
had bitten him, he would have withdrawn his weapon and her humiliation
would have ended.

   But she didn't, and the pastor savored the moment before slowly
withdrawing seven inches of his shaft only to bury it to the hilt once
again.  She flayed and hit him in the legs with her fists, but he was
unrelenting as he picked up his pace and pounded her virgin mouth faster
and harder.  He used her ears like handles as he forced her to keep her
head still as he fucked her mouth unmercifully.  Her large breasts slapped
into each other as the pounding continued.

   It went on and on as she protested and tried to get away.  She hit and
slapped him incessantly, but it did her no good as her throat was
repeatedly violated by his large cock.  The sight of her huge breasts
thrashing back and forth further inflamed the man of the cloth.  He felt
the power he had over her, and it was intoxicating.  He was discovering a
side of himself that he never knew existed.

   He held her head close to his body with his cock buried in her throat.
She was unable to breathe, and this took some of the fight out of her.  She
struggled but became weaker and lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.  She
was on the verge of passing out.

   At that point he could hold back no longer as his cock swelled in her
throat and spewed forth a large load of hot cum, depositing it directly in
her belly.  He remembered what Edgar said and withdrew his cock as it
continued to gush forth his thick, creamy cum.  The third blast hit her in
the eye, and then he aimed lower covering her breasts with his warm cum.

   She gasped as she fought to get air in her lungs.  Her chest heaved as
she gulped down the precious commodity.  Cum splattered all over her
breasts as she kneeled on the floor in a daze.

   The hidden cameras caught all of the action on video from several
angles. Edgar now had what he wanted.

   Pastor Edwards was sated, but, at the same time, was filled with a
feeling of overwhelming condemnation.  The guilt was almost too much for
him to bear.

   Andrea was quickly recovering and grew furious as she stood up.

   "How could you do this to me?  I trusted you!  I came here in good faith
seeking out your guidance and look what you've done to me.  You won't get
away with this.  My father will see to that," she wailed as she cried
uncontrollably.

   "Andrea, you don't understand!" Pastor Edwards said quietly.

   "Understand?  What is there to understand?" she cried hysterically as
she wiped cum out of her eye, and then started to put on her bra.

   "There are extenuating circumstances beyond my control..."

   "Extenuating circumstances?  Look at what you've done to me?  You're
supposed to be a man of God!" she screamed as she buttoned up her blouse
and headed towards the door.

   The pastor was beside himself.  He stood there like a stake driven into
the ground.  He was finished.  The irate girl would go to the police, and,
not only would his career be over, but he would be charged with rape.

   The phone rang.  Pastor Edwards tried to compose himself.  His
reputation was ruined.

   "Hello."

   "Pastor Edwards?"

   "Yes."

   "This is Edgar.  I just wanted to let you know that you did well."

   "I did well!  I destroyed that girl, and you have the nerve to say I did
well!  Right now she's on her way to the police," he yelled.

   "Calm down.  There's no need to worry.  I have everything under
control," Edgar assured him.  "You just keep doing as you're told like a
good boy, and your life will continue as before, uninterrupted."

   Edgar hung up the phone while Pastor Edwards was left listening to dead
air.



   Andrea was hysterical.  She was crying uncontrollably as she left the
pastor's office.  She was still lightheaded and a headache was setting in.
How did this happen to her in the first place?  Why couldn't she remember?
She could recall only bits and pieces.  All she knew was that he took
advantage of her.  What did Julie see in him?

   "Oh my God, did I really have his thing in my mouth!" she thought as a
new wave of guilt and shame overtook her.

   Suddenly, Andrea's cell phone rang.

   "Hello."

   "Andrea?"

   "Yes, this is Andrea," she managed to reply through her tears.

   "This is Edgar.  What's wrong?"

   "Oh Edgar, something awful has happened," she cried.

   "Oh my God, what's the matter?"

   "I can't talk about it on the phone," she said.

   "Where are you?"

   "I'm outside of the church," she replied.

   "I'll be right there.  Wait for me, OK."

   "Yes, but hurry.  I'm so upset, Edgar.  You won't believe what
happened!" she wept.

   "Alright just try to settle down.  I'm actually very close by," Edgar
reassured her.  "Everything will be fine."

   Edgar was leaving the motel and would pick her up in a matter of
minutes. He kept her on the phone until he got there.  This was critical if
he was to carry through with his plan.  He couldn't afford having her make
another call.  He didn't want her exposing the pastor who in turn would
reveal his part in this scheme.

   She was waiting in front of the church.  Edgar pulled up to the curb. 
Everything was going exactly as planned.




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